It was quiet outside. Song Zhizhang should take Lin Xiaofeng to sleep. Zhu Ning found that he was torn apart from the ordinary life.

She became like Zhu Yao who never missed the growth of his children. Zhu Yao was also so busy back then. Zhu Ning had already fallen asleep when he came back several times. For a while, they didn't see each other more than a few times a week.

Zhu Ning fell back and slept for a while. She couldn't fall asleep until three in the morning. At this time, she felt a little clearer.

Late at night was the business hours of the Noble Queen's store. Song Zhizhang went upstairs to manage the store. The sound insulation effect of this room was very good, and Zhu Ning could not hear the noise upstairs.

She stared at the ceiling for a while, her brain starting to spin slowly as she reviewed the entire task.

She learned more about this mission. She came into contact with Creation Technology for the first time. As long as she mentioned it to Liu Niannian, she should be able to find Bao Ruiming's whereabouts.

It was the first time she came into contact with someone who had been outside the wall, and Pei Shu filled in some information for her.

The first time she encountered a high-level alien species, she learned more about contaminants.

It was the first time she learned about the mysterious department of the cleaning center, the anomaly investigation team. Although she had never interacted with it, Zhu Ning's instinct told her that it was best not to interact with it.

And her biggest gain was Gao Zijian's father's notebook.

[The notebook has been released successfully] The system prompt sounds.

Zhu Ning had an extra notebook in his hand. When he encountered the alien species, Zhu Ning immediately put the blank cards in it before he had time to look at it.

Zhu Ning turned on the bedside lamp, leaned against the bedside, and studied it carefully under the orange light.

The notebook has a black leather casing, which is very old. The edges have been curled, and the leather surface has begun to peel off. I touched black crumbs.

There is a yellowed label affixed to the cover of the notebook. The handwriting on the label has been worn, and it is barely recognizable as a person's name.

Gao Yingcheng.

Is this the name of Gao Zijian's father? Zhu Ning writes it down so that he can look for relevant information about this researcher when investigating Yongsheng Pharmaceutical in the future.

Here is the truth.

The information that Prometheus wanted to tell him was the information that Zhu Ning wanted to know even if it alerted the abnormal events team.

Zhu Ning took a deep breath, opened the notebook, and was stunned.

After all, it was a researcher's notebook. She thought she would see some research data, or professional knowledge that laymen could not understand, or encrypted text that would cause her even more headaches.

She was prepared that the information inside would be very complicated and difficult to understand, and some means might be needed to decipher it.

But she didn't expect that the content inside was so straightforward, so straightforward that even a three-year-old child could understand it.

The contents of the notebook are sketch pictures.

The first page was a picture of a brain, which Zhu Ning was familiar with because she had just had this examination and had studied it carefully with Dr. Fu.

But the brain scans taken by the medical department of the cleaning center were normal, just an ordinary brain.

What she is holding now is a brain drawn with a black sketch pen.

Zhu Ning frowned. The structure of the brain was very complex. She rarely saw people drawing brains. The pictures of the brain drawn by professionals were very realistic, but at this time, the ravaged brain looked a bit scary.

Because in the center of the brain, there is a cube shadow.

Page two, brain.

Page three, brain.

Page 4, brain...

As it is flipped, the shadow of the cube becomes larger and larger, from the initial size of a sesame seed to the size of a thumb cap.

One cubic centimeter in size, two cubic centimeters, three cubic centimeters... Finally, the black cube shadow swallowed up the entire brain, and black lines occupied the entire page.

The whole notebook is full of these.

The repetitive black brain is like mental pollution at this time, and when Zhu Ning closes his eyes, there is a black cube shadow, as if it is not only the notebook that has been swallowed up, but also Zhu Ning.

She could imagine Gao Yingcheng sitting in front of the old desk in the dark and oppressive ant nest, with his back to his son, not looking back no matter how Gao Zijian called to her, and drawing in his notebook like crazy.

There is only one thing under his pen, and that is the brain, and his strokes are getting deeper and deeper, and the force of painting is getting heavier and heavier. The place where the pen tip passes is like a scalpel cutting through the paper.

He traced the shadow of the cube in the middle vigorously, darkening, darkening, and thickening until it was broken.

Gao Yingcheng's breath seemed to remain on the paper, crazy and desperate, and finally forced himself to a dead end.

Is this... what's in my head?

Is this the true face of the system?

Zhu Ning had undergone examinations before and was mentally prepared, but at this time it seemed that he had suffered a mental pollution. He had clearly drank the Lu family's highly effective mental healing agent, but the healed wound on his brain began to hurt.

She felt a strange feeling coming from her brain. It wasn't painful, but it was very stuffy and swollen.

It seems like... something is growing.

I don't know whether she was affected by the notebook or the sequelae of mental pollution. She had an illusion that the things in her mind were growing.

It is expanding its territory crazily, extending its tentacles little by little, and the shadow area is getting larger and larger.

That thing will eventually eat your own brain, just like what is described in the notebook.

With a puff——

The sketch pen penetrated the paper, and the thing would penetrate her head.

Zhu Ning felt a chill running down her spine. She had never been so panicked before. She meant the kind of panic that came from the inside out.

She opened the last page of notes with trembling hands.

There is no brain this time. The last page is very dirty. The handwriting on the previous page has been imprinted on the back, and it is all the marks left by the pen tip, as if a knife has been slashing here wildly, leaving behind a series of horrific scars.

There is only one sentence on the last page, and it is also a sentence that Zhu Ning is very familiar with:
Chapter completed!